DEFENDER'S RAP

• Start out running at the gate, like if i was running after fate, to create my own path,
• slash the aftermath in half, and cap the remains of opponents like if i was pulling the double tap,
• from zombie land, withstand this lyrical attack,
• smack haters from the back and pull a fatality as if this was mortal kombat,
• I'm automatically tragically, magically, putting an end to unoriginal personalities,
• freeze them at -10,000 degrees them step on the gas to increase pressure,
• however, whenever i measure pressure it puts you to the guillotine, sever your head,
• add it to my treasure chest, cause im a lyrical predator, clean skulls and keep them as trophies,
• got so many, i could fill my fridge and freezer with them like groceries,
• I got no boundaries, i don't do apologies, i just add people to my list of casualties,
• and bury them without inviting anybody to their ceremonies,
• if you got a problem with me, come at me, you know where to find me,
• don't remind me, i slightly might have forgotten about you dude,
• spit at me with attitude, diss me and you'll be discontinued,
• come at you with a multitude of shots that'll contribute to your demise,
• chop you up and distribute your parts to be redistributed on the black market,
• you can call me demented, but i just say that that's called being respected,
• you represent yourself with a look of unexpectedness,
• but i know your impressed with how i spit this shit,
• but me, im unimpressed with your shit, reinvest is something that'll make me ascend,
• to the top like if i was the president, content with stepping on pests, even with them i'd invest,
• you just make me depressed, a low life tick makes me more impressed, clean up your mess,
• i must confess you've made less than expected progress, you shouldn't trust the rp process,
• you're just plain nonsense, hence the fact that im not even sayin threats,
• if you think i was then your a complete and utter bitch,
• i can't even look at this garbage with a straight face, you disgrace, you've been misplaced,
• step out the game, your shit is lame, "notice that this ain't a diss, it a gas to the flame"
• as logic states, couldn't have said it better myself, if i must say,
• your time ended yesterday, mumble rap is saying mayday mayday,
• i don't need a gat to run up on your block doin a drive by,
• my rhymes make you wanna commit suicide, cause im ending their shit,
• when they rap it makes me wanna vomit, blast them back into space,
• no place to breath, please that's the least you deserve, easy, biggie, and tupac,
• prolly think their overrated,i hope they do at least,
• cause now is the time we could use these true gansters,
• to show them how true shit is spoken by real rapping poets,
• but this is a diss and a hit shot to everybody doin that mumble rappin shit,
• got me pissed, i hope they see this, wake them up and show them how true spitters spit,
• autotune everything so no one hers they voices squeak when they speak,
• they out of they league they need a better technique,
• make them look like they got dragged, leaving only an elongated blood streak,
• kill 'em and that'll be it kapeesh.